Summary: You end up at an office job in the city, struggling to pass as a trans guy, feeling like an outcast until another man shows you how to be yourself
Content: t4t ns4t, kissing, praise
1 - the first day
You stepped into the office earlier than anyone, hoping to get a headstart. Little did you know, being early wasn't enough.
Sitting at your desk, a few older guys walk past you.
“Oh, look at that. You must be the rookie, huh?” one questions. His brows furrow, his eyes roaming you.
“What's with your hair?” the other teases.
“And are you wearing… makeup?” another adds.
Soon enough, the three are dissecting your whole appearance: the longer hair, the subtle contour on your cheeks, the softer lips.
“You're like some femboy, aren’t you?” the leader cackles, the duo behind him following suit.
“No way! I bet he's super gay too,” one adds.
“Totally,” the other agrees.
Everyone else is either ignoring them or you. Except one. His eyes squint in your direction, you just hope he can't tell, hope you pass to the three in front of you. But it fails.
One of them grabs your arm suddenly, making you squeak in that painfully feminine voice you still have.
“What the?” His words falter, then a cruel smirk forms on his lips.
The trio drag you away, each holding onto your arms.
“Hey! Let me go!” you protest.
“What's wrong? Think we wouldn't notice?” the leader cackles again, his buds laughing along.
“Where are you taking me?!”
“Where you belong!”
With a shove, you're forced into the girl's washroom and into a coworker. She screams, not at all expecting someone to be outside the door–let alone a man.
You apologize over and over, pleading so she understands, but it doesn't land. She's already gone.
The trio of men behind you keep shoving. One finds a chair out in the hall and tilts it to fit under the door handle, locking you inside the girl's room.
“Hey! Let me out, you assholes!” you shout, banging on the door, but all you hear is distant chuckles.
They're walking away.
Minutes feel like hours until any noise comes from the other side. You can hear someone grunt, the chair legs sliding on the floor, then the handle turns.
“N-No wait!” You try to protest, hoping not to scare another lady, but as the door opens you see it's the same guy who was watching earlier.
“Hey, hey… It's alright. Come on, you're not late yet,” he assures you, his hand reaching for yours.
You pull away. “No! I… I don't believe you…”
“I understand,” he starts. “Please just come back to the office, our department head isn't here yet so technically you're still early.”
“What's it to you?” you retort, breathing heavy and feeling your eyes water.
He can see it too.
“I know what it's like. Please try to trust me,” he whispers, gently taking your hand in his. “I know it's hard but… you've got me, ok?”
His words are soft, honest, and too kind for you to handle. Your eyes well up, tears flooding your face as you fall against him.
“Shh. I know, I know. But those jerks don't decide who you are. You do.”
He holds you closer, both arms around your waist as he nuzzles your cheek with his.
“You're a guy, it's ok. You don't have to be all buff and stoic to show it.”
Falling further into his arms, your own wrap around his neck, his muscles holding you up. He's so strong.
“Thank you,” you mumble into his shoulder.
He chuckles against your neck, “You're very welcome, handsome.”
Handsome. That one word makes your heart skip a beat. It makes you feel a little braver too.
“You're handsome…” you gently tease, the playfulness not quite reaching your voice. Even so, he gets it.
“Thanks, man.” He smiles bright. “Oh, I'm Kyran by the way.”
“Y/N…”
“Y/N,” he repeats. “How cute. Just like you.”
All the teasing has you blushing, only encouraging him.
“Hey now, no need to be shy. I like seeing that smile of yours.”
His hands grip your waist and under your chin. With a glance at his watch, he smiles more.
“We've still got time,” he assures. “Who wants a little gift? Think of it as… a welcome.”
“I… I want a gift,” you whisper, gazing at his lips.
He sees right through you, both hands on your back as he leans in, kissing you deeply. Your own hands grip his sleeves as your lips let his roam freely.
Just as quick as it started, he pulls away, leaving you empty.
“W-Wait… but…” you whine, trying to pull him back to you.
“Hehe, I know. I know, bud, trust me. That felt great, but… we have work to do.”
Just as you're about to protest again, he kisses your neck.
Sam Wilson was a grown ass man and there was no way in hell he would be brought to tears over some back shots
Is what he thought before fucking around with a Super human who can casually toss him around as if he was a sack of potatoes.
Bucky and Sam had be going out for a long time , it took them a stupid hot minute to realize they were both in love with eachother but who cares they got the rest of their lifetime to make up for lost time
But what Sam couldn’t understand is why Bucky kept dodging anything sexual. At first he assumed this to be an intimacy issue and maybe Bucky struggled to connect with me on that level because of all the things that happened to him,
Butttt
It couldn’t have been that because Sam has found a crazy amount of porn on that iPad he holds so dear and Bucky had no issues with hugging , cuddling, making out , hell they even gotten pretty close to dry humping
But everytime Sam was just getting started Bucky pulled away with some stupid excuse about take Alpine out for another walk or to check if he left the oven on when Sam is the one that does all the cooking (Bucky occasionally bakes and he’s pretty awesome at it)
Sam didn’t want to corner Bucky or make him feel uncomfortable so Sam could take waiting until Bucky was gone with some task to relieve himself of the raging hard on hes been struggling with all day because his boyfriend is so handsome
And today was one of those days
Bucky was trotting around their shared apartment with those low grey sweatpants that showed Sam every inch Bucky was packing and boy was it thick, long and heavy . Sam cant even wrap his head around how he casually walks around with that thing as if he couldn’t use it as a weapon. So yes Sam was extremely hot and bothered who could blame him??? So when his big beefy boyfriend decided to leave their house to go on a run how could he not jerk off?
As soon as he said a goodbye to Bucky and gave him a quick kiss on the lips he ran back into their shared room and quickly rid himself on any clothes . He crawls onto the bed and reaches into his bed side drawl before taking out some lube and a dildo that he was confident Bucky had no idea about
He makes himself comfortable on the pillows before open the cap to the lube and squirting a generous amount on his fingers before circling them around his hole
He gasp at the cold sensation before pushing a single finger in
He let’s out a soft moan before fucking that finger into himself , trying to find that spot
He ads another finger and hit his prostate dead on causing an electrifying feeling throughout his body and a long moan . He brings his knees more towards his chest to get a better angle before fingering himself roughly while tweaking at his nipples
He moans loudly at throws his head back into the pillow now deciding he can probably move on to something bigger . He lines the dildo up with his hole before pushing it in , he grunts at the stretch but it burns so good .
He whimpers before he bottoms out causing a sigh of straight pleasure and relief to leave his system
When Bucky walks through the door he gets a giant whiff of Sam’s scent along with the sweat smell of sex causing him to stop dead in his tracks . He sets alpine down on her cat bed before slowly creeping towards the bed room
This might be the first time he’s genuinely grateful for the skills given to him by the Winter Soldier causing him to walk around undetected. Bucky pushes the already ajar door and takes a peak inside and the sight takes his breath away. Sam spread out; with sweat glistening on his skin under the sunset peaking in from through the window. Bucky hears the squelching noise come from Sam’s ass as he shoves the dildo inside of him self quickly. Blood rushes to his dick at the speed of lightning, he slams the door open and it slams against the wall with a loud *bang* causing Sam to pause all movements and search for the sound; eyes landing on Bucky.
(Bucky didn’t mean to slam the door the sight of it all made him lose control of his strength for a second) if anything he wish he could enjoy the show longer because Sam was now rushing to cover himself scrambling out an excuse of how he didn’t know Bucky would be home so soon and he’s so sorry for doing something so disgusting on their bed - wait what ?? He was sorry ? For giving fucking the hardest boner of all time? For making Bucky so horny he lost his control? What did his perfect boyfriend had to be sorry for?
“no Sam it’s okay it’s really okay” “No it isn’t I know how you feel about sex and stuff and I still violated your boundaries I’m so sorry Bucky truly” what.. Bucky was extremely confused now “My what on sex? Sam what are you talking about I have no boundaries on sex?” Now it was Sam’s turn to be confused “But you always stopped before we went too far.. you had be thinking you didn’t want to have sex with me” Sam says with a frown that causes Bucky’s heart to ache.
“Sam, I thought you would want me to hold back, you know the whole vibranium arm is kinda a turn off” Sam was now starting to get angry “Well if it was a turn-off I wouldn’t be trying to have sex with you in the first place dumbass?” Sam says while raising an eyebrow and Bucky chuckles slightly “My bad for now wanting to harm my beautiful boyfriend” he says before placing a kiss on Sam’s cheek, then moving to his forehead then the top of his head. He climbs onto the bed pressing his knee between Sam thighs causing a gasp to tear from his mouth. He reaches between Sam’s legs and grabs the dildo from his hands before taking a good look at the size. It was no where near as big as Bucky’s cock that stands at a raging 9 inches and impossibly thick promising to stretch Sam out.
He throws it across the room before stepping back and taking a good look at Sam, the brown skin glistening under the light, the flushed leaking cock and the pretty hole winking at him that made his mouth water. Bucky lips his lips before diving down and sticking his tongue deep in Sam’s hole which causing a gasp transforming into a low moans as Sam’s hand rushes to grip Bucky’s hair slightly pulling causing a moan from Bucky.
He plunges his tongue in and out of Sam’s hole occasionally lapping around the rim causing sweet sweet moans from Sam as he tosses and turns against the pleasure
“fuck Bucky’s please I’m so ready just fuck me please - I need it fuck!” Sam moans out , and who was Bucky to refuse him? He lifts up and licks his mouth whiling wiping his chin before throwing his shirt over his head; before unbuckling his belt and throwing it across the room. His eyes lock with Sam’s and he could hardly see his irises through the blown out pupil causing his ego to be boosted at least 10 fold. A cock grin spreads across his face before he pulls his pants and underwear down in one go , cock falling out before slapping back up on his stomach causing Sam’s mouth to water
He knew Bucky was packing something dangerous but to see it hard and throbbing in the flesh was something else entirely causing his heart to pound with excitement and a tiny bit of fear .
Bucky grabs the bottle of lube Sam was using and lathers his cock up before stroking it a few times “Are you ready baby?” Bucky asks and Sam throws a figure up signaling him to wait before turning around and laying his head on the pillow, arching his back and presenting his ass to Bucky’s causing Bucky to let out a low primal groan before reaching and grabbing at the soft flesh of Sam’s ass, kneading it slowly before smacking his ass with his right hand.
He lines his cock up with Sam’s hole before pushing in slowly “Holy shit!” Sam grunts out upon feeling the stretch as Bucky continues to push foward feeding Sam every thick inch one by one before bottoming out. Sam wiggles in moans under Buckys grasp causing Bucky’s to move his vibranium hand to Sam’s back applying a bit of pressure Tj keep the arch.
He slides out until it’s just the top before thrusting forward again causing a high pitched moan from Sam’s mouth shocking them both “Fuck!- your so damn big it’s not even funny” Sam whimpers out and Bucky just continues to pound Sam into the mattress
Sam’s hands comes up to grip the pillow with all might moaning and screaming into the pillow before Bucky reaches up to grab his neck turning his head slightly and giving him a sloppy kiss
Sam clench’s around Bucky’s as they make out but Bucky doesn’t stop at his jackhamming assault on Sam prostate.
Tears form in Sam’s eyes building up until they fall causing Bucky to lick them up off his face
Everything is so … nasty
Sam has never experienced sex on this level hes so overwhelmed but damn does it feel good
Sam unconsciously moves away from Bucky’s rough thrust causing Bucky to move amd following him down into the bed turning the position into a prone brone
“Ugh oh fuck Bucky I can’t - it’s so - fuck it’s so good - I cant” he babbles on and Bucky’s just shushes him with another kiss “Yes you can baby, didnt you want this? Want me to fuck you nice and rough ? Display that strength that gets you going ?” He whispers in Sam’s ear causing a whimper because Sam cant even deny it. He wanted this so bad, wanted Bucky to take whats his and destroy him
Sam’s toes curl as he cums all over the sheets , shaking and throbbing everywhere as a silent scream leaves his lips.
Bucky doesnt let up hell he doesn’t even stumble with his thrust continuing to use Sam like a flesh light to catch his nut
It isn’t long before his cums deep in Sam’s overstimulated ass causing a shiver throughout Sam’s body. Bucky cums a shit ton and loud letting out the loudest grunt and shout as his empty’s his balls into Sam (lord knows he needed this bad)
He pulls out slowly to not cause Sam discomfort and watches as his cum oozes out of him.
Gerard's eyes glaze over as he stares at his blinking computer screen, his mouse idle as he stares at his work.It’s incredible. Frank's every curve and angle displayed in large, the way his head tilts back and the curve of his spine, all of it. Gerard wonders If Frank knew how beautiful he was, would he care this much about a few photos?’
Gerard’s hands find his belt, shaking as he unclasps the buckle. He can no longer hold back, his hands racing to unbutton and unzip his pants, that suddenly feel far too tight against him. Precum stains his boxers and his hand finds its way to his throbbing cock. His eyes fixate on Frank's pixelated face on his screen. His eyes rake up and down the image of Frank while he finds his rhythm with his strokes, soft sounds escape as he imagines Frank's hands wrapped around him. He imagines Frank talking him through it, telling him how much of a sick pervert he is for getting off with another man’s hand, his eyes closed as he approaches his climax, no longer focused on what’s on the screen, just on reaching that sweet bliss. Gerard’s pace becomes frantic, his hand moving up and down in reckless strokes.
“Fuck,” he groans as he feels his whole body tense up as his orgasm crashes over him. Warmth spreads through his whole body as he leans back in his chair feeling the heat of his load coating his fingers as he withdraws them from his now soft cock. He sighs as he wipes his hands on a discarded shirt from the floor. He chucks the shirt into an overflowing laundry basket, and returns to his computer, closing his Frank folder.
For a few hours, Gerard flips between reading the various comic volumes strewn across his room and playing fantasy roleplaying games on his computer. It isn’t until nearly 6:30 that someone knocks on his door. For a moment, his stomach drops, until he reminds himself that Frank Iero isn’t stupid enough to show up to his house. So, Gerard opens the door to his younger brother. Mikey is standing in the hall, clearly tense.
“What the hell was that, Gee? You completely left me! I waited nearly 30 minutes at our spot for you.”
“Sorry, I had to rush home to deal with something.”
“With what exactly?”
There's a pause, and when Gerard doesn’t reply, Mikey continues, “Are people giving you a hard time again?”
“It’s nothing like that, I just have a lot of homework to do,” Gerard says after a long pause.
Mikey rolls his eyes. “Like you do homework,” He retorts.
“I’ve got a ton of stuff I have to do before graduation, so fuck off so I can focus.”
Mikey glares at him before walking out and slamming the door behind him.
Gerard lets out a deep sigh. Mikey can’t know about this, the last thing Gerard needs is his brother getting involved. Mikey was a good kid, better than Gerard at least, and he didn’t seem to struggle as much to fit in, unlike his older brother, who experienced bullying throughout every year of his school career. If Mikey got involved, it could be devastating to his social life and it would lead to him becoming a school outcast for his remaining three years of high school just like Gerard. Gerard cannot and will not let that happen. It’s better if Mikey stays out of his business, at least until Gerard graduates.
Gerard thinks about what would happen if Mikey found out, would he defend Gerard and take his side or would he be just as disgusted with him as Frank? Definitely the latter, Gerard thinks, giving him yet another reason to not tell Mikey about what’s happening.
Dinner that evening was tense, the boys’ father had come home from work late, and by the time dinner was served it was past eight o'clock. No one spoke much at the table, the only sound filling the room was cutlery scraping the plates and the loud chewing from Mr. Way across the table. Gerard excused himself as soon as his plate was clean. Mikey gave him a concerned look before he turned back to his own plate.
Gerard collapses in his bed, and for the first time, notices the ache in his legs from his running earlier. His fingers gently massage his thigh, his hands feeling over the jagged scars across his thighs, reminders of past hardships, some of them faded with time, others fresh and red. He can’t remember why all of them were there. Many of them came out of habit from the first couple of times, when they were simply to take out some of his pain on himself. Now it wasn’t necessarily about him being sad or upset, he just did it to feel something, anything. He felt his eyes flutter. The day had left him exhausted so it wasn’t very long before sleep found him.
———————
Frank lies awake in his bed tossing and turning, his mind racing with thoughts of Gerard.
Why would he do that?
And why me of all people?
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Frank thinks about what he can remember about Gerard before this happened. He remembers Gerard used to be one of the few people who would arrive at the lacrosse field early to get a look at the players practicing before the match began. He remembers that most of the time, he could see him in the stands holding a camera. He had always thought he was just part of the yearbook committee, tasked with photographing the lacrosse matches. He remembers how Gerard’s greasy black hair would often cover his eyes and how wrinkly his school uniform was. He remembers how Gerard would get picked on by some of Frank's friends, and even though Frank was never directly responsible for the bullying, he still felt somewhat responsible. But now it didn’t matter. To him, Gerard deserved every bit of what he got.
Many girls had crushed on Frank throughout his high school years, but none like this, and especially not a guy. Frank had to give Gerard credit, he was brave, or maybe he was just a pervert, but still, he had guts. Most guys, gay or not, wouldn't dare take pictures of someone they’ve never even spoken to in the school showers.
Had he and Gerard ever spoken before?
Frank racks his brain trying to remember a time where the two had exchanged words but finds himself blanking. He remembers during sophomore year, Gerard was in his Biology class, but he only remembers this because he and his friends used to throw paper balls at his head for a laugh. Gerard would turn around and blankly stare at them before returning to doodling on his notebook. What would possess Gerard to have a crush on the guy who threw paper balls at him in class?
Suddenly, he remembers a time during that same year where he and Gerard had been randomly assigned to work together on a project. To Frank, this detail of his school life was so insignificant that he had nearly forgotten, but he could see how through the eyes of someone like Gerard, this moment could have meant more to him than anything else that whole year. The project was dull, something about algae and biomass production, Frank barely did any of the work and left most of the tables and questions for Gerard to fill out. He most likely spoke to Gerard during this, but he can’t remember what exactly was exchanged. He remembers the way Gerard’s hands would shake and his shoulders would tense every time Frank would lean over to copy what Gerard had written down. Was this the first time Gerard had noticed him?
Frank couldn’t understand why he was thinking about this so much, maybe in his mind he wanted to rationalize Gerard’s behavior. He wondered if he had done something to make Gerard believe this was okay, but also a small part of him was extremely intrigued by him, by the way he acted and carried himself. Nothing seemed to phase him, even when he was being picked on, he never seemed to show any emotion on his face. This intrigued Frank the most, how someone could be so blank and expressionless. He wanted to find out why Gerard was the way he was to ensure it would never inflict this much stress on him again.
He wondered if Gerard was awake right now, he wondered if he was thinking about what he did, he wondered if he regretted it, he wondered what he did with the photos. Did he get off to them? God, why had he thought about that? But now he had thought about it, he couldn't get the image out of his mind-Gerard sitting in his room in front of his computer screen, stroking his cock to photos of Frank. Frank felt sick, he rolled over onto his stomach and shoved his face into his pillow, hiding his blush from an invisible audience.
Frank thought about it, if it was a girl who had done this, a pretty girl, would he be turned on? Probably. He thought about a girl pleasuring herself to photos of him, the thought alone making his cock twitch against the mattress. He thought about a pretty blonde girl moaning his name against her hand as she stared at his photo. He felt his dick hardening. Frank hadn’t jerked off in a while, so what if he had gotten the idea from thinking about Gerard jerking off to his photo? He was imagining a girl now, so it didn’t matter.
His hands reached into his sweatpants freeing his throbbing cock. He rubbed his sensitive tip, collecting precum into his hand before slowly moving down his length. He bit his lip, stifling a groan. He imagined the same scene, a pretty girl spread open for him, moaning his name. Since he hadn’t come in a while, he felt his climax approaching faster than usual. Suddenly, his mind flickered to Gerard, the blonde girl's face being replaced by Gerard’s. He stopped abruptly.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He was angry now. He closed his eyes again, and instead imagined himself fucking the girl from behind, resuming his quick strokes, his breathing getting heavy as his climax approached. He imagined the girl's soft moans in his head. Soon the moans twisted into a new sound, they sounded different, darker, more masculine. He could no longer hold back his cum, spurts landing on his pillow.
He collapsed and his mind began to race, what the hell was that? Did I seriously just imagine fucking a dude!? No, that was subconscious, his mind assured him. It’s not like he meant to, his brain just did it. He compared it to the times when he was young, at catholic school when he was expected to pray. Sometimes his mind would race with completely different things he couldn’t control. This helped him relax a bit, I mean, it’s not like I meant to imagine Gerard. He had just been thinking about him a lot today, so he somehow drifted into his subconscious.
Frank rolled onto his back, letting out a sigh. He really should clean up, but his fatigue was starting to wear on him. He closed his eyes and let sleep take him.
Rain drips down Gerard’s pale face as he runs down the side road towards his family's apartment. He clutches a black backpack to his chest as rain assaults his skull. His converse slap against the wet concrete while he runs, and he runs as if his life depends on it- which it very well could if he can’t out run Frank Iero and his group of friends.
Gerard pants against the sound of jeering and the wet noise of rain hitting the ground. “You can’t run forever, Gerard!” Frank yells just loud enough for Gerard to distinguish the words over the rain. It’s true though, Gerard can’t run forever, he was never an A+ student in phys ed and his lack of routine exercise or a healthy diet have contributed to his lack of stamina.
Frank Iero, however, is a star player on the school lacrosse team, and followed by his entourage of athletic friends, Gerard really can’t stand a chance in a race against them much longer. He whips his head around just long enough to notice that Frank and his friends are gaining on him, and quickly. Gerard’s chest is tightening and his throat feels like it’s on fire, but he keeps running. “Not much longer,” he assures himself. “Not much…longer-” he pauses to gasp for breath.
Frank is determined to reach Gerard, he knows where Gerard is going and as long as he can reach him before he turns the corner to his apartment, he can get what he came for. He wipes his wet hair out of his eyes and locks eyes with Gerard who has yet again turned his head to check on his assailants. “You can’t run away from me forever!” Frank shouts. It’s true, even if Gerard makes it to his apartment he will still have to spend the rest of his senior year avoiding Frank, which means running home, missing the D&D club meetings in the media center and eating his lunch next to the trash cans behind the gymnasium.
Gerard checks his surroundings, the trees hide the chain link fence that surrounds the back of the apartment unit. He calculates exactly how much time he has and makes a break for the trees. He crashes through the brush as he pulls the backpack straps over his broad shoulders, then takes a quick glance behind him to see Frank and his group standing confused just past the tree line.
He hears one of them speak, “Where the fuck does he think he’s going?” Gerard whips around fast enough to catch himself right before he slams face first into the fence. His hands scramble as he pulls himself up the fence, his breathing ragged as he listens to the boys crashing through the brush behind him.
“Damn, he’s a sneaky motherfucker,” Frank curses as Gerard gives a final pull and hoists himself over the fence only to tumble over and falls on his ass on the concrete pavement outside the apartment block. But he’s safe, Frank won’t follow him. Gerard’s apartment is too close, within shouting distance now, and Frank won’t risk getting caught.
The boys yell out a few threats before kicking up some dirt and spitting in Gerard’s direction. Frank leads them back through the trees. Gerard is frozen, his nails scratching at the concrete as he tries to regain his feet. A shaky breath followed by a sob escapes him once he knows Frank is out of earshot, he won’t let Frank see him cry, he can’t.
—————
Frank and his group have given up on catching Gerard for today. They’ve taken cover under a rain shelter at the bus stop. Frank's friends, a boy named Ray and a buzzcutted boy who Gerard never cared to learn the name of are passing a cigarette back and forth. Ray leans the lit cigarette over toward Frank who practically snatches it and then takes a long drag, leaning back against the glass panel behind the bench they’re sitting on.
“C’mon Frank, you know we’ll get him eventually,” Ray sighs, taking back the cigarette.
“And then what? He’s not going to be stupid enough to carry that fucking camera around anymore,” Frank grunts back.
“Look, all we gotta do is find him and fuck him up a little bit, then if we get him scared enough he’ll hand over the camera,” Ray says coolly.
The buzzcutted boy chimes in, “He’s just a sick fuck, don’t let him get in your head Frankie, he won’t show anyone. I mean, haven’t you noticed he’s like, in love with you or something?”
“Fucking faggot,” Frank confirms as he stomps the cigarette into the ground . The bus turns the corner towards them. Frank takes a quick glance at the apartments down the block, there’s about ten tall brick apartments, but Frank already knows which one is Gerard’s. Of course he does.
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Gerard crashes through the apartment door, his mom in the kitchen, left of the entrance, is at the table, drunk again. Gerard races upstairs to his bedroom, his breathing ragged and quick. He collapses onto his bed, his hands finding his tangled mess of black hair, gripping his hair tightly as he sobs into his pillow. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He groans. He turns to look at the backpack, abandoned in the corner of the room that contains the very reason Gerard’s in this mess. He’s full of regret, but not for what he did but for how he did it. He was reckless, bored, and very horny- maybe a small part of him knows he shouldn’t have done it, but he doesn’t care, the only thing he regrets is getting caught.
It’s already too late, might as well see what photos I got, He thinks to himself. He stands up, hair disheveled and wet from the chase in the rain, muscles aching, but regardless, he walks over to the backpack, digs through it and finds a small, shiny, black hard drive that contains the photos from his camera. He walks over to his desk, anticipation itching at him from the inside as he boots up his crappy iMac. This is so fucking wrong, but I can’t stop, He thinks. His body seems to be out of his control, he plugs in the drive and hundreds of files begin transferring to a brand new folder titled “[Frankie]”.He waits impatiently, fidgeting with his hands feeling his excitement grow, everywhere.
When the final file transfers, Gerard can barely stop his finger clicking the folder. As soon as he does, hundreds of photos appear on his screen, and every. single. one. is of Frank, they’ve all been taken at school, at lunch, at the lacrosse games after school, and lastly, Gerard’s new favorite place to see Frank, the school locker room. These ones are the most recent and the reason Frank has found out about Gerard’s little “crush.”
The photos had been taken just a few hours before, Gerard was in the media center before school transferring the photos he had taken of Frank at the lacrosse game last night onto his flash drive when he heard them. The lacrosse team, more specifically, him, Frank. They must have just been practicing on the field before school. Frank seemed to lead the crowd, laughing and joking with the other players, gloating about last night's win against Ridgeview. So what if Frank was full of himself sometimes, to Gerard, he had every right to be, he was just so perfect.
So, Gerard slipped out of the media center and followed the group down the hallway, camera in hand and black hair swept in front of his eyes. The group entered the locker room chattering and laughing.
Gerard gripped the camera, his knuckles white against the sleek black of the Canon camera. He watched the group of boys enter the room, swinging the door closed behind them, but before the door could click shut Gerard wedged his toe between the door and its frame. Most of the boys were at the lockers, but Gerard’s eyes locked on Frank,standing to the left of the door, peeling a sweaty number five jersey over his skinny but toned body. Gerard’s hands shook as he lifted the camera, snapping pictures rapidly, the rush of water from the showers and the clamoring of students covering the sound of the shutter. Although for Gerard, he blocked out all sound and only had his focus on Frank, his model, his muse, his obsession.
Clicking away rapidly as Frank wet his hair under the stream of hot water, Gerard watched as steam rose around Frank's torso as he snapped more pictures. Frank tossed his head back, tossing the wet black hair blocking his face behind him and letting out a sigh as his face turned up to the stream.
This made Gerard feral, he snapped more photos. Then the sound of a voice snapped him out of this trance, not Frank, but another one of the players. Gerard was so focused on Frank he completely forgot they weren’t alone, the moment was just so intimate to him. One of Frank's teammates had seen him, taking photos, and now, Frank will know and after that, the whole school will know.
Gerard’s fight or flight instinct kicked in, and without turning back, he whipped around on his heel and ran like hell. Most of the players were changing into their uniforms, so he figured he had a good minute to find a hiding place. His mind raced, They couldn’t have seen my face, it was covered by the camera, a..and my hair yeah, they won’t know it’s me. Plus everyone looks the same in this goddamn uniform. What will he do if he finds out, would he be flattered? No..no..uhh maybe a bit turned on. Shit probably not, but maybe he’ll just forget and probably think it was a prank. Gerard sprinted toward the nearby library, he heard angry footsteps and words behind him but he kept running until he was inside the library where he clamored onto all fours and hid underneath one of the large covered desks that belonged to the librarian. Gerard held his breath as the door swung open, he heard feet rushing alongside him, but he was well hidden beneath the librarian's desk. “Are you sure he went in here?” One of the boys questioned.
“Of course I did, I’m not blind, and I swear to god when I find that fucker I’m breaking his camera and his fucking neck.” Gerard recognized the voice, it was Frank’s, so it was confirmed, Frank knows the photos were of him, and probably knows it’s Gerard who took them.
“So..do you recognize him? Like, the person who did it?” Another boy inquired, giving Frank a confused look.
“There’s only one person in this school as degenerate enough to take photos of naked dudes, and that’s Gerard fucking Way. I recognized him from lacrosse games, his emo ass always hiding behind that fuckass camera, probably perving over me or something,” Frank replied heatedly.
He knows my name! Gerard thought energetically, He knows me. Gerard's heart raced but he tried his hardest to keep his cool.
“Let’s go, he must have run out the back door,” Frank said, pointing to the door across the library. “I’ll find him.. later.”
And he did.
The chase ensued after school, Gerard was waiting for his younger brother, Mikey, when he saw Frank's group approaching and booked it. And now here he is, alone in his bedroom, fawning over pictures he so desperately wishes Frank didn’t know about.
